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Show HOME YEARNING TOO STRONG Wanderer Unable to Res:t Ihe Impulse Im-pulse That Bade Him Turn His Steps to Shelter and Peace. The lone traveler plodded wearily onward, sighing sorely, panting pitifully; piti-fully; "I'm homesick, that's what's the matter mat-ter with me," he groaned. "Only been gone a month, and homesick. I'm a tine one, I am !" And he trudged tearfully. The wind whistled "Tipperary" through the naked brunches, a few dry sturgeon leaves fluttered -town, everything spoke of approaching winter. win-ter. "Homesick !" he muttered resentfully. resentful-ly. "I'm a softie, I am. Homesick !" And he meandered mournfully, muttering. mut-tering. Overhead the sky was gray and cold, and with the exception of a few shivering shiver-ing titolinks no birds were visible. "I can't stand it!" cried the lone traveler. "I give in. Oh, what a softie !" And the tramp knocked on the door of the next jail he passed and asked please to be pinched over the cold weather. Louisville Times. |